Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kazakhstan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aural Exciters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fall,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Raincoats,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Swell Maps,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.